I have a mind.
A mind that is not mine, but a mind that has been lent to me.
A mind that likes to wonder and ponder on life and reality.
A mind that likes to think it’s not the sharpest or the brightest, because it’s not.
A mind that only knows what it knows, because it knows it would be nothing if it wasn’t for the creater and thats genius.
A mind that doesn’t care for the books of education, because it has all the knowledge it needs with a single book.
A mind that lives for two things: a rose, and faith.
A mind that’s an empty canvas and God is the painter.
A mind that’s an blank page and God is the author.
A mind that’s an empty home and God is the new resider.
A mind thats hates, but loves life.
A mind that is certain, yet confused.
A mind that over thinks, but doesn’t think at all.
